Why me of all the people?
Misfortune seeks me like vultures do.
It was long since I stayed cool
And that was when as a kid, with friends I grew.
I brood over it all day and all night.
As my luck changed from bad to worse
I just surrendered to it without a fight.
Doing nothing but just sit and curse.
So much did I always worry.
I forgot, more unhappy, than me were many
Who didn't have a single rupee.
While I had a lot in plenty
Sunny, a kid of 10, an orphan by birth
Has no one to love and care
Entered the world with his mother's death
And his father he lost soon after
As a washer, cleaner and a rag picker
He worked hard till his muscles ache
At the end of the day, he was richer
By a rupee or 2 which filled his stomach
The forecast was for a rainy day
And 4 once the forecast was true
'Get Lost' I said when he came to me
He turned away in pure dismay.
It was then the motorist hit me
I broke a bone and couldn't walk properly
'I leaned on his shoulders and walked'
Up to a clinic, then he left to earn 4 his belly
I saw him daily since then
And gave him sweets or money
I don't know how it started
One day I brought him home and called him my 'Son'.
